On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

Ye Han turned the stone knife in his hand.

"Bang!"

The back of the knife struck the bald, muscular man's ribs.

The bald, burly man's eyes widened suddenly, his mouth opened into an "O" shape, and he flew sideways as if he had been hit by a truck, crashing into a dirt slope, sliding down, and curling up in a ball.

It's not that I'm faking death; I really can't move.

One second later.

The remaining four followed in the footsteps of the bald, burly man, and one by one they were all sent flying.

The bald man, who had finally recovered, was deathly pale and looked at Ye Han as if he had seen a ghost.

"You, you... don't come any closer."

"Get out!" Ye Han shouted.

The bald man scrambled to his feet, ignoring his companion lying on the ground, and stumbled away.

The remaining four people also got up one after another, supporting each other, and disappeared behind the hills without looking back.

The depression fell silent.

Ye Han's heart was beating a little fast.

This was the first time I experienced the terror of being a strong person.

In my past life, during physical education tests, running a kilometer was a nightmare. I was panting like a bellows, and I felt like I was writing my will on the spot.

Now, I can drive over a thousand kilometers without spilling a drop of water or even breaking a sweat.

Five strong men, one knife each.

If Ye Han wanted to, he could have used the sharp end of the stone knife to strike them, and their heads would have been rolling on the ground long ago.

This feeling of going from weak to strong is absolutely amazing.

In the past, when he watched movies and saw those speed-type ability users who were easily caught, predicted, or killed, he would mentally complain.

You're practically lightning fast, yet you still get caught? Your reaction speed is dozens of times faster than a normal person, yet you can still be predicted? Your punches are so loud they're practically creating sound barriers, but hitting an enemy is like tickling them?

Every time he sees a scene like this, he feels like he could jump into the screen and have a talk about life with the screenwriter.

What's the use of this speed?

What is speed? It is an absolute advantage, an unreasonable crushing force.

Ye Han glanced at the back of the stone knife.

He didn't use his full strength at all in those few moves.

He held back his strength with every strike, as if afraid of killing someone.

Otherwise, given his current speed and the hardness of the stone knife, those people wouldn't have been sent flying; they would have exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Before taking action, they did not intend to kill anyone.

It's not that I'm soft-hearted.

They've just arrived in this world and don't know the rules yet. They've already taken several lives on their hands, which is too much trouble.

But honestly.

This feeling is really great.

The red-haired boy was still leaning against the earthen slope, clutching the broken nunchuck in his hand, looking up at him.

The yellow jumpsuit was covered in dust, and there was a tear in the shoulder, revealing a red mark underneath.

Ye Han put away the stone knife and reached out his hand to him.

"Are you alright?"

The boy took Ye Han's hand and stood up: "I'm fine. Thank you for helping me out of that situation. I'll remember it."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Mi Long."

Milon.

A name despised by thousands, a weapon that is now only half intact.

He still carries it, and he still uses that name.

It seems this guy has truly inherited Milon's will.

"Ye Han." He gave his name, then pointed to the nunchucks in Mi Long's hand, "Can I take a look at your nunchucks?"

"Um."

Milon handed over the stick he was holding.

This stick can no longer be called a weapon; it's more appropriate to call it a relic.

Ye Han took the nunchucks, and the system panel popped up at that moment.

[Energy point reaction detected. Source: Inside the target item. Absorb?]

Ye Han paused, his fingers moving slightly.

I instinctively wanted to click "Yes," but my finger hovered above the panel and then stopped.

What if it absorbs the energy and the stick shatters or turns to ash?

Milon was still watching longingly.

They just handed you the weapon, and you took it and then it was gone. Is that acceptable?

Just a moment ago they were saying they wanted to see it, and then they turned around and took away someone's weapon. No one would feel good about that.

Ye Han withdrew his finger and clicked on the small annotation in the system panel.

[Note: Items will not change after absorption.]

Seeing this, Ye Han finally felt relieved.

It's good that it won't disappear.

He decisively clicked "Yes".

The moment your fingertip touches the panel, the panel changes.

[Energy Points Gained: 3]

The big zero from before has finally been replaced.

Looking at the number, Ye Han couldn't tell whether he was happy or disappointed.

With three energy points, you're seven points short of drawing energy once you reach ten.

But it's better than nothing; at least we made a sale.

After doing all this, Ye Han pretended to examine the weapon and then returned it to Mi Long.

"Here you go."

He handed the nunchucks back.

Milon took the weapon with both hands and put it away at his waist.

Ye Han watched him put away his nunchucks and suddenly asked, "Mi Long, you came to Eight Extremes Star probably to learn the Eight Extremes Heaven technique, right?"

"Yes. I came here to learn the Eight Extremes Heaven."

"Live for the real Milon, and find his sister, Miji, while you're at it."

Ye Han knew who Mi Long was, the one who was no longer alive.

He had read "Star Journey" before he traveled through time, but that was a long time ago.

Season 1, to be continued.

That is, the content of the 26 episodes. Some plot points have become blurry, but some things are unforgettable.

The Milong episode is one of them.

That story wasn't closely related to the main plot. It didn't have any clues about the Rainbow Sea or the Galaxy Eye's conspiracy. Even the main characters only made a cameo appearance in the middle.

But that story was like a fine needle, not deeply embedded in the flesh, yet leaving a lasting impression.

This is the second-generation Milon.

He was originally just a nameless slave, enslaved by the Black Flag pirates, and forced to make a living under the whip every day.

They had no freedom, no dignity, and didn't even have their own names.

But he is very kind.

At that time, he wasn't called Mi Long yet.

He was just a child who didn't even deserve a name.

On one occasion, he risked his life to warn the people in the city that pirates were about to attack, and there were many children in the city who were about his age.

He didn't want them to become slaves and lose their homes.

He succeeded in the end, and the message was delivered.

But the pirates captured his friend and used him to blackmail him.

He had no choice but to obey orders and personally open the city gate from the inside.

The pirates came out in full force.

Just as the city was about to fall, his idol, the legendary fighter Milon, appeared.

Milon drove the pirates away.

The boy tasted freedom for the first time.

However, hope was soon dashed.

He inadvertently discovered a secret: Milon was in cahoots with the pirates.

The entire hero's rescue of the city was just a show, a carefully designed hoax for making a movie.

The pirates wanted to kill him to silence him.

Just as the knife was about to fall, Mi Long stepped in front of him.

Milon can choose to make a move.

But he didn't. He knew his own strength all too well. He was just an ordinary person and no match for those pirates. The so-called fighter Milon was just a fabricated illusion from beginning to end.

He couldn't win, so he knelt down.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, recorded by the cameras, and before the entire universe, he knelt down and admitted that he was just an ordinary person who couldn't fight.

The image of him kneeling was played repeatedly and became a laughing stock throughout the universe.

The nickname "Kneeling Mi Long" originated from that time and became a humiliating term that anyone could trample on.

The burly men were cursing about this very thing.